Longline strapless bra with as high a back as the dress will allow, Aimee. Preferably something with boning.

Thanks for the compliments, y'all. I do like that hairstyle. Sadly, it is not the hairstyle I have today, as my hair seems intent on escaping from my head by any means necessary. Also, I feel like I'm doing my best impression of Mr. Creosote right now. You know why you don't have a pony? Because I ate it! (I fucking hate the first weeks of marathon training.)

Ahem.

Aimee, I have no advice on the strapless front, other than seeing if a corset would work.

Preferably something with boning.

Huh-huh. She said "boning".

/twelve

You know why you don't have a pony? Because I ate it!

You bitch! You have FOOD?!?

Anyone who saw me lose it on the hostess at the restaurant in St. Helena, I'm WAY past that point right now.

The bitches fall to the communists en masse, don't they?

Looks that way.

You bitch! You have FOOD?!?

Had. Past tense. I may need to make a Chipotle run later in the day. I think I know the point that you're at, and I've been at that point pretty much non-stop for nigh unto a week now.

The bitches fall to the communists en masse, don't they?

I was blaming the full moon and feeling all one with nature. And pondering whether it would be a good thing or a bad thing to have one's cycle synched to the moon in this way if one were dating a werewolf. Because, on the one hand, the scent of blood probably not too calming for the wolfified, but on the other, it'd be nice to have the nights you're not having sex to be the same for both reasons.

The card I gave Dad for Father's Day this year had a cartoon of a girl wearing a baseball uniform, and said, on the front, "Dad, thanks for everything you've taught me," and on the inside said "Most of all, how to throw like a girl."

I saw that one! But the one Annabel "gave" to DH has a little girl standing in the bleachers yelling, "You call that a STRIKE, Ump? Get your head out of your butt," and on the inside says, "Like father, like daughter." It was signed, "Just a little preview of life in Section 328 once I learn to talk."

Not so much that DH argues balls and strikes--he's more of an upper-deck manager. But it still seemed to fit.

I never had my hair french braided. I asked Mom one time why she didn't, her reply was "you barely sat still long enough for me to put in ponytails."

I'm pretty sure that my grandmother with something like pin curls...not that tight, but definitly her hair curled and pinned.

I still want everyone to die die die die and I want chocolate, but I'm doing this company wide, team weight loss thign and they are weighing in today. Part of me is --ack! no! I'm bloated and fat eek! One the other hand, if I am a little heavier than normal it will look like I lost more weight.

the one Annabel "gave" to DH has a little girl standing in the bleachers yelling, "You call that a STRIKE, Ump? Get your head out of your butt," and on the inside says, "Like father, like daughter."

I almost got that one for Dad!